The time has come as a lie and humorous is the dawn
the hours blindly swirl and the road may return
A peasant lies bound tightly on scorched earth
and the circle of death opens to the participants of the city
Haunted fears petrify me
desolate ages before me
pains rooted deep in bodies of shroffs turned into carcasses
rusted lust how many vultures can it take
rodent scars from an ancient illness the scavengers in herds
Trembling I spoon my eyes never look up where the birds
squall and sow plagues
The world suddenly freezes and images of fire spewed by the centuries
vomit the blood of eternal woe - Destiny of death

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